Monday, May 26, 2008

seriously, evenwhen you grinyou look a poetfrom head to toeand in this country of poets and demigodsyou are swathed bya whirl ofincense smokethough many people would fail to noticeyour voice muffledby whisky and music irresistible!

Saturday, May 03, 2008

A greater part of medied a natural deathliving a normal lifecushioned with a jobloving kids as a normalmother does on normal daysteaching them the bare essentials of life,alphabets, numbers and good mannerstelling them a fairy talea willed erasure of turmoilthat tag along with tales for kidsshooing them when they squeal ‘shit’ with gleeand gloat over the forbiddenwait for the work every morning with those punctualitieswhich hardly come by and seepinto my shell tanned and licked by books and the tropical sunnot so humble a scribelooking out to find tarmactaper into the greenswhich rise as hills in thenear horizon, clouded by dreamsand melancholy thatfoddered muse once upon a time. once upon a time?Often fairy tales tell you the violence of your not being a "sleeping" beauty or a Cinderella whose delicate toes could "fit in"-to live and love ever after?a prelude to unhappinessfrom surfeit of happiness?burdened by bodiesand metaphorsin tales and real lifedon’t I need those illusionsof a perfect householdto cage my so-called free soul?

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About Me

Born in Kerala, South India, I took PhD in travel writing and gender studies from the University of Hyderabad and an M Phil in Art History and Aesthetics from the School of Languages, Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi.
Poetry is my second love, after my real love and I have been writing and publishing in a steady trickle.
At present, I dedicate my time between teaching, researching, parenting and poetry.